Time for a proper update... complete with a few pics. First off, life is pretty damned great I gotta say; my son is back from England after 9 months (though I see him barely more frequently than I did when he was overseas), and just started his senior year at SF State. The Mrs. and I have been plotting vacations and other fun stuff while we're busting ass on tasks at hand. She's working at the bowling alley bar at the moment, which is about as cool as it gets for 50's divey-lounge sort of places. I love drinking there, and I'm stoked she made the jump from straight corporate gigs to bartending and writing more for herself.

We went to Dolores park last month with lil_tuffy and the dog, had a little picnic.

I got a call a few weeks ago about putting fake tattoos on an actor and pretending to tattoo the younger version of him for a Slim Jim commercial - I was a bit disinterested at first, but when I though about it (as well as the decent bit of cash for a few hours of work) I decided to do it. The dude was a scary looking trucker guy, about 6' 8" tall, had a mean look about him -but the truth was he's a big gay bear, who had an impossible time trying not to laugh when they wanted him to look tough. The end result looked not terrible on camera, and I'll be on TV tattooing a kid. Film at 11.

My band is playing our first show on Oct 9 down at the haunted Brookdale Lodge in Santa Cruz, I'm really happy to be playing music again. I hadn't had a band in almost 7 years, I'm glad the fingers still move ok.

I think it's (once again) time to move. In the past 10 years, I've had 7 addresses, about to number 8. This time its because A) we live in an apartment on the third floor, it's small, gets super hot in the Summer and I'm physically too close to other people... and B) my landlord is completely crazy. I thought it was funny when I moved in here a year or so ago, but now it sucks. At least we have high life.